#long hair bucky supremacy

[smerfols]

A couple of sketches (remind me to finish them)

[luvbarnes]

can’t stop thinking about the fact that sebastian’s hair is still long meaning that we are Actually Genuinely For Real getting long haired bucky back AND EVERYBODY CHEERED!

[anonymityisfunwriter]

have you seen the new trailer? ngl even with that edna mode hair he still got me giggling n kicking my feet 🤭🤭 especially when he took the gun with one hand while riding the bike 😫

yes!! i have seen the trailer and i truly can't decide whether i'm dreading or excited to see the movie. i genuinely think this is going to be one massive bait and switch.

AND WHAT DID THEY DO TO HIS HAIR???

it isn't even giving long hair bucky. like his hair always looked good, but it's giving middle schooler with straightening their hair for the first time, it's giving FAB.

marvel knows good and well that physical traits mean something. they're supposed to support the narrative not contradict it. cutting his hair meant something in tfatws and they've just undone it and for what??

BUT I BELIEVE IN BUCKY BARNES RIDING BIKE SUPREMACY!!

either way, i miss him and i'm so excited for more content. (and the sebastian stan press tour!!)

[m4tthewmurd0ck]

he is so babygirl, i can’t even explain it 😌 also can we talk about how we all know exactly which bucky this is for, but also no it’s not that one because these are so lumby ( @sweetdreamsbuck ) coded (whenever bunny compliments him hehehsjwdbxj)

long hair supremacy! babygirl!!!

but also this version of bucky supremacy, specifically for this gif. i will not elaborate.

#drop dead gorgeous

[c7phers]

sam always has a hair tie on his wrist because bucky literally always forgets to keep one on and sometimes he ties his hair for him and bucky just melts bcs he loves the feeling of sam brushing his fingers thru his hair

[forever-rogue]

Anyways, just thinking about getting railed by beefy!bucky 😌

[unholywilde]

have some bucky doodles

[starbuckie]

𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

pairing: librarian!bucky barnes x reader

words: 2.8k words

warnings: SMUT 18+ (cockwarming, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, dirty talk), the actual reading of smut in the fic, fluff, BUCKY WITH GLASSES SUPREMACY

summary: bucky’s a little tired, a little grumpy, a little horny and y/n has the audacity to prance around his library with no underwear.

a/n: go deep is such a good smutty book go read it, read it now (also please reblog and comment if you enjoy<3)

main masterlist || sebastian stan characters masterlist

It should’ve been a rule that no library was allowed to be open past nine o’clock at night. There was absolutely no reason that Bucky Barnes should’ve had to be checking out books for a bunch of bratty college kids who forgot to finish their papers instead of spooning her on the couch at home.

Of course, Y/N could go home and enjoy herself by the warm fireplace with Alpine, but what fun would that even be without her boyfriend? She needed someone to hold and no offense to her fur baby, but the little kitten had sharp claws that were not suitable for snuggling.

So instead the bored woman found herself tugging Bucky’s cinnamon-smelling, forest green sweater closer to her chest, finding the advertised “steamiest book of the year” Fifty Shades of Grey drier than sex with her college boyfriend. And he would ask her to call him sexy repeatedly for dirty talk. She had to shudder just at the thought.

She wandered back through the tall, long bookshelves she had known for as long as she had known Bucky, trailing her fingers along the weathered spines of astronomy books and humming some off-beat Taylor Swift song. She ran into one of Bucky’s regulars, a high school rugrat named Alisha with nothing better to do than peruse the ancient Greek myths in aisle fifty-four. They had a nice little discussion about the association of the stereotype of women being evil with Pandora’s opening the box, and the older woman walked away feeling like a scholar again. 

Okay, Y/N didn’t hate staying late with Bucky, he knew some pretty cool people and it was Friday which meant she got free hot chocolate. But it was getting late and she was feeling particularly annoying in the moment, so she made her way to her boyfriend to find out when he was able to close up.

“Time to bother Bucky-o’clock,” she sang under her breath. Her black skater skirt swished around her thighs as she skipped upstairs, a half-drunk cup of cocoa in her hand and a horrible, horrible book under her arm. The top of the stairs revealed pale blue walls with a high ceiling and an open dome where she could see the stars. 

There was no doubt that the library building was beautiful. Bucky just fit right into the picture while he sat behind his old oak desk reading a book, his shoulder-length chestnut hair tucked behind his ears and his broad shoulders protruding from the confines of his leatherback swivel chair. Y/N always did find his beefiness in comparison to his chair amusing.

She snuck up behind him with a smile, her left arm outreached for his shoulder when she paused and actually saw what he was so concentrated on. 

Oh.

What she found her boyfriend reading, that was much hotter than the stupid book by E.L. James or the fanfiction she had once tried to read on fanfiction.net.

Looking back, maybe reading smut on fanfiction.net had been the issue.

But that book Bucky was reading. All she had to do was catch her eyes on a few words and she was hooked.

Xander’s warm hands slid up and down her back as he continued kissing her neck. She hated that it was so easy, but her pussy was already throbbing. She gasped when those warm hands covered her breasts and kneaded them with just enough pressure to have her leaning forward into his touch. When Xander’s lips found hers again, it was nothing like the first time-

“I know you’re readin’ over my shoulder there, pumpkin, can practically feel your face heatin’ up right now.” There was a hint of a smirk in his voice and he knew she had been caught, but she wasn’t that embarrassed. Her cheeks were totally not hot with desire as she slunk into his lap and flung her legs around his muscular thighs- oh, that really did not help her case.

“What’re you reading there, Buck? Looked real interesting from what I saw.” Y/N teased. Now it was his turn to blush, a deep red taking over the tip of his nose and the apple of his cheeks. She leaned her head back against his shoulder, nosing the column of his throat with a small grin.

“‘S called Go Deep,” he whispered. His fingers pushed the pages over so his girlfriend could see the cover of a scantily clad woman on all fours. It was quite self-explanatory what he was reading- it was straight smut. 

“She’s got a nice ass,” Y/N hummed. “This another one from TikTok?”

“Yeah,” he flipped the page open again, “a college romance.”

The woman sitting in his lap had to chuckle. “Aw, a couple of college romantics like we were, Buck,” she cooed. His cheeks only turned darker and she kissed the reddening skin of his neck. “Don’t be so shy, honey, I wanna read it too. It’ll give me something to think about as I await these long, tortuous hours with you until you’re able to close up.”

“It’s only forty-five minutes more, sweetheart, I think you can hold on a little longer,” Bucky chuckled. The air was suddenly cooler. It was almost as if the aura of the room changed and Y/N could practically feel his eyes darken as she shifted relentlessly over his lap just to rile him up. He leaned a little closer to her ear and whispered, “C’mon, pumpkin, be the good little girl I know you can be. Just hold it.”

But she chose to do the exact opposite. Like a minx, she arched her back, trailing her hand up to his neck where she wrapped her fingers around his suddenly constricted throat. He could feel the dryness of it from the moment she started to rock her hips down on his. 

Her look was normal for her at least, a flowy skirt with no panties. Bucky knew just what she needed. Knew just what she craved. She enjoyed playing this little game of hers, taunting him at his workplace with one goal in mind. The real question was whether he wanted to give it to her or not with the way she was acting.

She could hear him growl as she wiggled about on his lap. “You really wanna do this right now, sweetheart?”

“You know I always do, baby” she smiled, rocking her hips once more over his erection before she was being pushed up. Her hands found balance against the desk and her ass was suddenly bare to the cold air of the library with no panties on. She could feel Bucky’s right hand pulling up her skirt against her back as he tried to undo the button of his tight black jeans with his metal one.

Bucky’s head whipped around the room, or what he could see of it anyways. It was empty. He knew that there were a few stragglers in the library somewhere, but as long as they stayed where they were, he should be able to just get his stupid jeans undone-

The button popped open after a few (aggressive) tries, and his hardened cock strained up through his plaid briefs. There was a patch of precome from where he was leaking but Bucky was mindless as he tugged his length from under the elastic waistband. He groaned under his breath at the cold sensation his metal hand gave him, and soon enough he was lining his cock up to Y/N’s weeping entrance.

“You ready, honey?” He whispered in her ear from behind. His girlfriend whimpered quietly, nodding her head and biting down on her lip hard. His large hands moved up to her waist, massaging the flesh as he brought her hips down onto his lap. Both of them moaned at the intrusion and all Bucky could think of was how warm and wet she was.

“You’re just absolutely soaked for me, sweetheart, ain’t you?” Bucky chuckled almost darkly. She couldn’t even give a direct answer. “Funny how you get all shy an’ quiet on me after I’ve filled you with my cock. Maybe I should do it more often here, I’ve been gettin’ a whole lotta complaints ‘bout you and that loud mouth of yours.”

He readjusted her hips on top of his, and Y/N had to gasp at the new ways his cock managed to push against her walls. The way his body consumed her coaxed her onto cloud nine, and subconsciously she began to rock back and forth on his dick. She tilted her lips up to his and pushed his head down to meet her in the middle. His soft, rosy lips caressed hers and she savored the taste of vanilla latte on the top of his tongue.

“Buck, you’re so big, fillin’ me up so good,” Y/N whined against his mouth.

Her boyfriend just swallowed her moans with a smirk. “Shut it and read this book with me, honey.” Her hips began to rock on top of his again but he stopped her before he could come on the spot. “God, you’re such an impatient little thing, grinding your sweet little cunt on me like that. Maybe I’ll rub that needy clit of yours if you hold the book for me but for now, you’re gonna sit on my cock and be quiet.”

And Y/N could do nothing but hold the book like he told her to. 

There was nothing awkward about how Xander’s lips moved roughly over hers as he coaxed her mouth open with his tongue. He continued tugging at her nipples as his tongue caressed hers. Her moans only seemed to spur him on more. His hands moved to her waist and suddenly he was tugging her on to his lap where his hardness pressed against her-

“Excuse me,” a customer interrupted their reading. The couple gasped, Y/N more so when Bucky sat up with speed and his dick hit her g-spot from a different angle. She disguised her moan with a cough, hiding the book from the poor, old woman’s sight before she could see the more than scandalizing title. “Do you happen to know where I can find the Star Wars comic books? My grandson loves them so much but I can’t seem to find them in the illustrated novels section.”

Though the couple wanted to curse the old woman out for ruining their time, they could not because; a. harassing elders was a crime and b. technically the librarian was supposed to be working and… librarian-ing. With a gentle sigh, the brunette readjusted the rectangle frames on his nose and squeezed his girlfriend’s thighs gently before pointing over to the staircase. “Sorry, those books are actually on our ‘From the Movies’ shelf on the second floor. Should be under Gillen.” When both Y/N and the older woman stared at him questioningly, he had the good grace to blush. “‘M a big fan of those ones too.”

“Oh, you’re such a sweetheart,” the older woman chuckled. Her smile was wide as she turned around, waltzing away to the stairs with a little more pep in her step. 

The couple let out a deep sigh as soon as her wiry, grey hair was out of eyesight. Bucky’s big hands slid up Y/N’s skirt from where it hid their filthy deed, his cock sat tight inside her dripping pussy. Massaging her inner thighs, he whispered in her ear and tuned out the little whimpers she let out because his fingers were so close to where she needed them.

“Just as quiet as a lil’ mouse, sweetheart, did so good for me,” Bucky smirked. Two of his metal digits gently nudged her throbbing clit, gathering wetness from the mess she was making on his thighs. Starting in slow circles, he finally gave her the touch she had been deprived of the whole day. Her head fell back against his shoulder again and a gratified, breathy moan spilled from her lips. “See what happens when you listen, honey? You get what you want.”

Y/N’s shaking hands were failing to hold the book up anymore and Bucky helped her out, grabbing the spine from her fingers and placing it down on the desk. Closed completely with all pages shut, anything else would demolish his reputation as a book lover.

“I don’t think we need those words anymore, they’re not gonna make you feel as good as I am, pumpkin.”

“Bucky, baby,” Y/N mewled, “can I move now? Please? I’ve been so good for you.”

Oh, Bucky adored when she got like this. All her energy and brattiness, just reduced to a whining puddle of neediness. There was that little lilt to her voice, the one she only got when she was too close to coming and he had to take pity on her for how little he had given her. She was pathetic, really, but he loved to take care of her and gave in to her every whim.

“Alright, fuck yourself stupid on my cock, yeah? Take what you want, honey,” he growled, helping her lift her weakened legs up with a warm hand on the curve of her waist. “Bring your knees up here, make it easier for yourself.”

Her legs bent on either side of his thighs as she brought herself up. With aching knees dug into the taut leather, she began to bounce and tried her best to hold back her moans of pure ecstasy. 

Bucky’s hands lifted the back of her skirt again, revealing the globes of her ass, just begging to be grabbed. He cupped the flesh with his right hand, rubbing soothingly in tandem with the one rubbing her clit. “I know, honey,” he simpered, “I wanna hear those sweet noises of yours too but you’ve gotta be quiet. You’ve been so obedient so far, pumpkin, when we get home you can scream all you want to.”

Y/N’s eyes started to go white, the borders of her vision closing in on her view of the bookshelves and desk in front of her. The telltale sign of the tightening in her stomach began and her cunt began to pulse around Bucky’s throbbing cock. “Bucky,” she whined, “‘m so close, baby. Can’t hold on to it any longer-”

“‘S okay, pumpkin, I’m gettin’ close too. Go ahead, come all over my cock,” Bucky cooed, his fingers quickening against her leaking pussy. “Let go.”

They were lucky that the brunette knew her so well, shoving four thick fingers between her parted lips as she came with a loud, raucous whine. Her nipples peaked against the thin sweater of his she wore as she rode on her high. With her thighs squeezing his cock he came along with her, burying his face in her neck and biting down on the sweat-beaded skin. 

His hips bucked up against her, hitting her g-spot with every thrust as he released his spend into her. Their juices leaked out of her swollen cunt, making a mess of his jeans that he’d have to hide before any customers saw.

“Mm, Buck, love you,” his lips sucked a bruise into the juncture of her collarbone as she smiled in bliss.

She loved staying late at the library with him.

His cock sat inside her until he felt it soften enough for him to pull out of her without pain. Though Y/N did wince when her pussy was emptied of his come and length, she ultimately relaxed into him. He tucked his dick back into his underwear, fumbling with his jeans until he looked as normal as he could with come-stained jeans.

“That was good, pumpkin,” he noted. His metal arm ran through his long, sweaty hair, trying to come down from his post-orgasmic high. “Should keep you here longer all the time if you’re gonna act like that.”

“Or,” Y/N straddled his lap facing him again, “we could just go home and do it in our very comfortable bed.”

Though her body faced away from the desk, Bucky could feel how her body ached for something behind her. Wrapping an arm around her back, he leaned a little forward to grab the book that had started their whole tryst in the chair in the first place. His fingers quickly flipped through the pages until he found where they had left off. His bright blue eyes were consumed by her favorite darkness when he looked back down to her, and she had to grin up at him wolfishly.

“You wanna keep reading, don’t you, honey?” Bucky’s lips quirked at the edges, amused by her sudden desire.

“What can I say, baby?” She touched her forehead to his, stopping her lips just a millimeter away from his. His eyes matched hers- just as lust-driven and filled with an endless thirst for each other. “It’s a good read.”

[navybrat817]

Beefy Bucky Supremacy. ❤️🔥❤️

My beautiful super soldier Bucky!

[biancablack2474]

yoooo frienddd pls write Kissing HCs (or dating) for my main men Peter, Bucky and Steve. Thanks! ❤️❤️❤️

Ofcc! How could I say no to MCU men😍

Thank you @kuroosdreamwifey

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Dating

Headcanons

[warning: Major Fluff, minor NSFW for Bucky and Steve]

PETER PARKER

Cheek kisses are a norm in your relationship.

Whether it's seeing you during school or hanging out later, cheek kisses are how you usually greet each other.

It was probably also how you first kissed him.

Thank you kisses, happy he's still alive kisses and greeting kisses were all on the cheek.

Of course being hormonal teenagers, you two did have an occasionally steamy make out session in either his bedroom, or on the roof of a building after he took you there with his webs🤫.

Apart from that kisses on the lips were usually soft pecks while cuddling or after dropping you home after a date.

Forehead kisses are also definitely a thing when either one of you are unwell (mentally and physically)!

He doesn't mind PDA.

Loves to hold hands with fingers intertwined while walking.

When you're walking in a crowded place, he hooks your arm around his to keep you close <3

CUDDLES! PETER LOVES TO CUDDLE!

He loves it when you two are sitting on the couch or the bed (usually at his place) legs jumbled with no way out, arms wrapped loosely around each other, just watching a show or reading a book together

And please, oh please! Put 👏🏼 your 👏🏼 arms 👏🏼 under 👏🏼 his 👏🏼 hoodie🥺

When you curl up into his side with your head on his chest, he just wants to melt around you and never let you go.

Study dates are a definite thing. Although it usually goes on for maybe about an hour max, before you both abandon your books to cuddle and munch on snacks.

Most of your dates consist of only cuddles, food and a movie.

But on special occasions, you'll wander out into the world to spend the day in an amusement park or carnival, or maybe an afternoon eating ice cream in a park!

Some evenings are also spent dorking out with Ned.

Aunt May, Happy and Tony would definitely know and May would just LOVE you.

Partially because you're dating Peter but also because she'd never seen Peter so relaxed and happy with anyone else but you (´ε｀ )

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James Buchanan Barnes

He attempts all sorts of kisses with you. If he's heard about it, he's trying it.

But he definitely has his favorites

Corner 👏🏼 mouth 👏🏼 kisses 👏🏼

He does this because it leaves you flustered as you grab him my his shirt and pull him in to give him a proper kiss, only letting him go when your satisfied.

Oh the small smirk that plays on his lips and the tiny bit of amusement in his eyes as he sees you go red because of him overwhelmed with feelings of joy, because dammit! He can't believe he can make someone feel something other than fear 🥺

And when you're cuddling with him never hesitate to hold onto his metal arm and give it a kiss as you settle down. It melts his heart everytime!

He's a big softie, and he doesn't mind showing it

And he loves it when you play with his hair and call him pretty (long haired Bucky supremacy)

Movie nights are a must.

Most of your date nights are you catching him up on your favourite movies

When you two cuddle, there is NO fixed spoon.

He loves to wrap around you, your head either on his right arm or chest as he presses kisses to the back of your head, base of your neck or behind your ear

And sometimes you big spoon him, throwing your leg around his waist, your head buried in between his shoulder blades and yours fingers interlaced resting on his stomach.

In the beginning of your relationship, he preferred hugs from the front. He didn't wanna risk getting scared and accidently choking you (mind out of the gutter)!

But as your relationship progresses— after you warn him— you slowly slide your arms around his waist and press a kiss to the base of his neck.

He loves to back hug you too. Thinks it's very cheesy, so he does it often.

He likes PDA. He's definitely kissed you deeply in public - not making out, but just deep enough to make you want more.

And of course he always holds you with his right hand, so that his metal arm is free to protect you

~NSFW~

He often let's you take the lead in bed

Initially he's treats you so carefully - like you're glass, one wrong move and you'll break.

You take time to reassure him, encouraging him to let go

Of course once he gets comfortable with doing so, he's still not that rough because he is, by nature, a gentle lover <3

Praising kink! Constant "Oh God, you're so fucking beautiful" and "You feel so good"

His go-to position is when your facing him and he's on top of you trailing kisses on your face and neck.

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Steve Rogers

Your man is kinda old fashioned. He prefers the classic romances.

He'll kiss you on the cheek in greeting, just missing your mouth.

He'll take both your hands in his and kiss them when he's complimenting you or telling you he loves you.

If you're feeling a little shy or embarrassed, he'll hold your chin and tilt your head up to look him in the eye as he gives you a soft smile and presses a kiss to your lips to make you feel better.

And when he wants to take it a step further, he'll wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him or hook one of his hand behind your ear, thumb caressing your cheek as he gives you a deep kiss.

He definitely loves to call you things like doll, sweetheart, darling and so on (♡ω♡ )

More than half the movies and shows on his list are recommended by you = binging together!

Obviously we can't talk about him without talking about his artsy side.

Notes! Everywhere!

He leaves you notes saying "I love you doll," "Eat something<3" "Don't forget your umbrella" and more, with little doodles on the side or back.

Sometimes when both of you are relaxing, he'll take out a notebook and draw you (he has a seperate book just for drawing you that he never shows anyone <3)

PDA isn't really his thing, but he'll do the small things like hooking your pinky with his and holding your hand if it makes you happy :)

Dates will usually be the two of you going out to eat somewhere or maybe just for coffee.

You'll also go out to the movies and sometimes a drive in theater with lots of movie snacks.

He's definitely the type to walk you home, upto your door, if you don't live together.

He's also the type to give you his jacket, even if it's not cold, on your way back.

He loves to cuddle when it's just the two of you!

He's usually a big spoon. He loves the feeling of covering you like a blanket, protecting you from the outside world and the conflicts inside of you😌

But sometimes when he's tired or stressed after a misson, he'll be the little spoon UwU

He'll lay his head down on your chest, your arms wrapped around his shoulders and his around your waist.

~NSFW~

Just because this man is supposed to be a 90yr old virgin doesn't mean he knows nothing about sex.

He's read books and watched movies so he has an idea of how sex works

But he doesn't know what kind he likes until he has it with you.

After trying a few things, he quickly finds out that he likes to be a bit dominant and daddy-ish🤭

And he's a bit more possesive than usual

He's a little rough but it's nothing you don't like

He doesn't HAVE the daddy kink, but he also doesn't mind of you call him that (he also definitely plays along if you do)

He's very considerate of what you want but he also knows exactly how to make you feel good 👌🏼

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AND THAT'S IT!

My first Headcannons 😌

Hopefully I did a good enough job

Thank you ✨ <3

[bucksfucks]

Hi nora! Hope youre doing okay and you arent overwhelmed already with school! I just wanna say theres a bit in the what if...? Zombie episodes with bucky which just got me simping over animated him 😳

i’m doing pretty good!! i’m teaching more sections than i thought i would but that’s always fun!!

it’s also the way i came here to say…..long haired bucky supremacy and also please choke me with your metal hand, Sir.

[lobotomycas]

no no no you're all wrong. long hair bucky is winter soldier bucky. he doesn't want to be that anymore. short hair bucky supremacy

[lucisfavoritedemon]

Waiting For Forever Chapter 10

Pairing: Bucky x reader, Sam x platonic!reader

Summary: You met Bucky for a brief second at a fair him and Steve attended. Little did you know you would run into him again as you assist Peggy with Steve. There was just something about the sadness in Bucky’s eyes that night that captured your soul, and he was all you could think about. You have a secret though. You aren’t exactly who he thinks you are. This is a story of love, loss, and overcoming any obstacle thrown your way.

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, Bucky being the cutest dad ever, cursing, reader really despising Walker, violence, talks of sexual actions

Word Count: 6467

A/N: This is my thoughts on what happens to reader During The Falcon and The Winter Soldier: Episode Four (roughly). It is not 100% accurate, but I wanted to put a little twist to it. This gives you a glimpse at how the reader and Bucky are balancing work life and keeping their relationship some what professional. I added in some 3rd person POV to get insight on what Bucky’s thoughts are in a certain part. That will be in italics. It is kind of a long one, but there was a lot of detail I wanted to add. There also is something mentioned that I may consider doing a What If...? twist with. Y’all let me know what you think, would that be something you’d be interested in? All mistakes are mine. TFATWS SPOILERS!!!!!

Enjoy!

Of course that’s what Ayo wanted. I didn’t blame her either, Zemo killed their king. Of course Bucky and Sam just had to break him out of jail, and here we are about to feel the wrath of the Wakandans. 

“Why did you free Zemo?”

“We need him.” Bucky responded.

“In all honesty, I agree with you Ayo. I wish he would have left well enough alone.”

“We freed you of everything that went back to the Winter Soldier.”

“And I’m grateful for that.”

“Have you forgotten that he killed King T’Chaka at the U.N.?”

“Of course not.”

“My people, those men put me in charge of watching over him, protecting him.”

“I understand that.”

“Maybe we should give him back to them.” Bucky starts to speak Wakandan, “he’s a means to an end.”

I roll my eyes at this. This was absolutely unbelievable, I agreed that Zemo needed to go back. He was going to stop at nothing till he had manipulated us into letting him go free. It would be an endless cycle, a loop that never ended.

“You have 8 hours. Then we come for Zemo.”

Ayo walked away. She didn’t look happy at all, and frankly, I didn’t blame her. I turned around and started heading back to the place Zemo had for us to stay. Bucky grabbed my wrist making me face him. He gave this pleading look, and I knew he was either asking for forgiveness, or to talk.

“I understand your frustration. I do. He’s the last chance we have at finding Karli. Once we’re done, I’ll give him back to the Wakandans. They can do what they will with him.”

“I don’t need you to explain your reasoning. I just knew having Zemo around was a bad idea.”

“I get that. I just need you to trust me. When we’re done with him, I’ll give him back to them.”

“Fine. I’m giving you 6 hours. They’re a little more generous than I am.”

“Fine.”

We walked back to the house in silence. I hated being the bad guy in this, but I believe someone had to be. We walked back in as Zemo stepped out of the bathroom, presumably after a shower. I went and sat down on the couch as Bucky walked to the island in the kitchen. He glanced down at his phone, and his face went sour.

“What’s wrong Buck?” I asked, concerned.

“Karli blew up one of the GRC warehouses. 11 injured, 3 dead.”

“It seems I may be the only one here who is brave enough to finish this mission.”

“We aren’t going to kill her.” Sam stated.

“If it came to that, would you be strong enough to do it?”

“No one is killing anyone, besides me killing you Zemo.” I glared in his direction.

“It’s people with her ideals that have formed the Nazis, Ultron, the Avengers.”

“Those are our friends you’re talking about.” Sam snapped.

“The Avengers, not the Nazis.” Bucky added, for clarification of course.

Zemo started to go on about supremacy, and how Karli is a supremacist. Then he started to talk about super soldiers, and it really got my blood boiling.

“What about Steve?”

“There has yet to be another Steve Rodgers.”

“You wanna know why that is Zemo?” I looked at him seriously this time.

“Why would that be?”

“Because Erskine hand picked Steve. All he ever wanted was to prove to the world that the person who is the most underestimated, can come out on top. It’s why so many people looked up to him. He was part of the minority group. He wasn’t meant to be a good soldier, but a good man.”

I looked away from the group as I recall Erskine's huge speech to Steve. He always knew exactly what to say to people. It’s how he gained my trust so quickly. He treated me like his own flesh and blood when others wanted to use me for my powers. He protected me from Schmidt in Germany before we moved to America, and he continued to do so even after his death.

“When I was young my TT passed away.” Sam started. 

“Your, your TT?” Bucky interrupted

"Yeah, my TT."

"Wh-who is your TT?" Bucky questioned, sounding a little annoyed and confused. 

“Okay when I was younger, my aunt passed away. The whole community came together. It was a week long thing. Maybe they’re doing the same thing for Donya Madani.”

“That’s actually not a bad thought. A lot of cultures do it.” I agreed.

Zemo goes to one of the cupboards and grabs a container, dumping it out, and tossing something from it to Sam. “Turkish Delight. Irresistible.”

We all decided to go and ask around to see if we could figure out whether we could find out where her funeral was. Zemo of course started to go off about how so much has changed since he was younger. We decided to split up, I was with Sam, and Bucky got stuck with Zemo.

Sam and I walked up to the upper level, and began to ask around. Everyone ran away from us though, and didn’t want to speak with us. They all looked scared and very weary. We walked into a room where it looked like a lesson was taking place.

“We’re looking for Donya Madani, she was a refugee here.” Sam spoke up.

“We are not refugees. We have nothing to seek refuge from. We are just displaced people. We don’t trust outsiders.”

“We want to help out.”

“We have heard that so many times. People have promised more teachers, supplies. That was 6 months ago.”

I was starting to understand Karli better. Before Erskine I was alone in a world that didn’t care about me. Erskine was the person who took me in and gave me food and shelter. He was the only person who seemed to care. So, I guess I could understand Karli a bit better.

“What’s your name, I can make a few calls.” Sam tried to fight.

“I know who you are, but I don’t trust you. I’m sorry.” The man picks up a child and walks off.

“Well that didn’t go to plan.” “No, but it gave us a better idea as to why Karli is doing what she’s doing. Her people are suffering because the government won’t meet their needs. Her cause is good, but the way she is going about it is wrong.”

“Then we need to find Donya and find Karli. The sooner we can get her to stop this the better off we’ll be.”

“The thing is Sam, I don’t think we’ll be able to. Her ideals, they are just too strong to stop. Not without going into war that is. Trust me. I know how this ends, and it ends in bloodshed, as much as I hate to admit it.”

Sam nods in agreement as we walk down to meet up with the other two. As we approach we notice Zemo talking to a group of kids. I notice the Turkish Delight laid out on a little stool. I notice a little girl walk up to him, and whisper in his ear.

“What is he doing?” Sam asked.

“I have no idea.” Bucky responded. 

“This is why I’m going to be a helicopter parent when we get home.” I add in, watching with a look of shock and horror on my face.

Zemo walks back over to us, and we all head back to his place. He was keeping us in the dark about something, and I did not like this one bit. Once back at the house, we settled in and started to question Zemo.

“That little girl, what did she tell you?” Sam questioned first.

“The funeral is this afternoon.”

“Where is it?” I asked, hoping he would tell us.

“That is classified.”

“Of course it is. No matter, wherever it is, I want to talk to Karli.”

“Absolutely not.” Bucky protested.

“I’m going with you Y/N.” Sam stated.

“Fine with me, but I feel like maybe talking to someone who knows exactly what she is going through may help her.”

“And you think you can stop her?” Zemo almost laughed.

“I’ve been in her shoes. I know what it’s like to feel all alone. To want the world to pay attention to the minority. I used to be her.”

“But you’re not.” Bucky added.

“Not anymore, but had Erskine not found me when he did, I could have ended up exactly like her.”

“I don’t think you’re going to convince her.” Zemo butted in.

“I don’t care, if I even make her question whether this is the right thing, then I’ve done something right.”

“You know the Dora will be here for you any minute, so keep talking.” Bucky threatened.

“What, so you can turn me over? I prefer to keep my leverage.” Zemo retorts.

Bucky stands up quickly, grabs the cup Zemo is holding, and throws it at the wall, “you wanna see what someone can do with leverage?”

“Bucky, calm down. It’s okay.” I say walking over to him.

“I’m going to make a call.” Sam said walking off.

I went and sat back down on the couch. I pulled Bucky over to sit next to me to get him to calm down so he didn't kill Zemo. I wanted to bring up the fact it was his idea to break Zemo out of prison. 

“Have you checked in on Jamie?” Bucky asked as I ran my fingers through his hair. 

“I haven't. I didn't want to, not with mister creeper around.”

Bucky chuckled some, "that's fair. I just worry about him without us around. D-does he have any powers or weird abilities?”

“He's started to develop some, but that all comes from my side. You'd be surprised how much he reminds me a lot of Steve, but he really is just like you. He has your charm and Steve's spirit. God, that boy is going to be a lady killer.” I giggle some. 

Bucky smiles at me, but it fades fast, "I hope nobody has teased him about who his dad is. I hope they don't ruin the picture you've painted of me in his mind.”

“I hope not either, but if that does happen, we'll handle it. Together, I fear nothing as long as we do it together, as a family.” I squeezed Bucky's hand tightly. He was part of my family now. He was the father of my child, and I wouldn't have had it any other way. 

Bucky squeezed my hand back, “as a family.” He smiled, and my heart skipped a beat when those words came out of his mouth. 

“Okay you two love birds, let's get going.” Sam said, interrupting our moment. 

Bucky and I stood up, and we walked out heading to the celebration of life for Donya Madani. Bucky took my hand, intertwining our fingers. The metal felt nice and cool against my hand, and I was relishing in the fact that he felt comfortable with me holding his metal hand. 

“Karli Morgenthau is too dangerous for you guys to be pulling this shit.” John Walker spoke as he and his sidekick walked towards us.

“Ah! How'd you find us now?” Bucky sounded annoyed and pissed. 

“Come on, man. You really think two Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing attention?” Battlestar spoke up. 

“No more keeping us in the dark. You could start by telling us why you broke him out of prison.” Walker demanded. 

“He did that himself technically.” Bucky said, making me roll my eyes. 

“This better be an unbelievable explana…”

“Hey! Take it easy before it gets weird.” Sam said, breaking things up between Walker and Bucky. 

“I know where Karlie is.” Zemo announced. 

“Well, where?”

“All we know is that it's a memorial.’

“So we're going to intercept her there.” Sam stated trying to stop Walker from following us.

“That means civilians, high risk of casualties.” Battlestar stated. 

“Alright, good, we'll move in fast.” Walker ordered, moving around Sam.

“No. Sam and I are going to talk to her, civilly. I'm not sure if you know what that means, do you want me to give you the definition?”

“We want to talk to her alone.”

“Don't be smart with me bitch!”

“What did you call me!?” I went to charge him, but Bucky grabbed my arm to stop me. 

“I'm not losing her again!” Walker shouted. 

“Look, the person closest to her died, she's vulnerable. If there's any time to reason with her, it's now.”

“What? No, no! No, no, no, stop!” Walker tried to get us to stop walking. 

“I know you think you can't reason with people like her, Walker, but I used to be in her shoes. I know what it's like to feel like the world doesn't care about you. I was that girl almost 90 years ago. Abraham was my Donya, and I lost him. If anything, she needs someone who knows what it's like, not someone who got handed everything.” I attempted to walk around him, but he shoved me back. 

“I think we're way past reasoning with her, unless you forgot the fact that she blew up a building with people still in it.”

“You two walk in there cold, she could kill you.”

“If we go in hot, and the op goes wrong, more people could die." Sam tried to reason. 

“I believe that Sam and I can reason with her.” I tried to explain. 

“You're gonna let them do this?” Walker turned to Bucky. 

Bucky had a look of confidence and confusion. I know he hated the thought of me going in there, but he also knew I was right. He knew Sam and I both had a good chance of convincing her to stand down. 

“You're going to let your partners walk into a room with a super soldier alone?" Walker tried to contort his thoughts into not letting me walk in. 

I locked eyes with Bucky, begging him to not listen to Walker. That he wasn't the voice of reason, that I was. I begged him to trust me with this mission, that I could do this. I knew I could defend myself if it came to that, so could Sam. I could see the war going on in his head though, and I was almost convinced he was going to pull me out. 

“They've dealt with worse. And Sam isn't my partner.” Bucky responded, and I breathed a sigh of relief. 

“I used to counsel soldiers dealing with trauma, okay? This is right in my wheelhouse.” Sam tried to convince Walker more. 

“Yeah, I know. And I know those soldiers, which is why I believe this is a bad idea.”

“Wait, John. If they can talk her down it might be worth a try.”

Walker scoffs, “fine," he turns to Zemo, "we'll deal with you later.”

“I'm sure you all will come to an agreeable conclusion. My associate is just up ahead.” Zemo gestures to a little girl and we start walking again, “hello my friend,” he pulls some money out of his pocket, “this is for your family. Can you show us the way?”

The little girl nods and starts walking ahead. I looked to Bucky, reminding him this is why I haven't called to check up on Jamie with Zemo around. 

“What the hell?”

“For once I agree with you.” I mumble to myself, staying close to Bucky. 

The little girl leads us to what appears to be the back entrance to where this gathering is happening. She stops, opens the door and nods. She starts to walk in gesturing us to follow her.

“This is the place.” Zemo stated.

Sam and I get in front of the group, and go to follow the little girl. Walker grabs Zemo quickly, and I thought a fight was going to break out. Walker cuffs Zemo to a boiler looking thing, and pins him there.

“You two have 10 minutes, then we’re doing things my way.” Walker states.

Sam and I rush in to find time for us to talk to Karli before Walker can get to her. As we walk around, we notice the building we’re in is two levels. Sam and I watch Karli’s speech from the upper level. Hearing her talk about Donya reminded me a lot of how I would have talked about Dr. Erskine. The more she talked, the more I felt connected to her.

After everyone left, Sam and I decided to go down, and talk with her. I had a feeling this was gonna be both easy and challenging. I had faith that we were going to be able to talk her down. I was confident Sam felt the exact same way I did.

“I saw you two back there.” Karli spoke, her back turned to us.

“We came alone.” Sam spoke.

“We just want to talk, Karli.” I tried to speak as softly as I could to her, I didn’t want to scare her off, and blow our chance.

“We’re sorry for your loss.” Sam spoke genuinely.

“Don’t condescend to me, I’m not a child.”

“We’re not condescending. I know what it’s like to lose some, believe me.”

“No you don’t, not like this.”

“I do.” I spoke up.

Karli turned to me, then looked at Sam. I wanted her to know I had once come from where she is. I knew what it was like to be someone the government mistreated. I had to get those words out. Maybe then she would stop all this, and everything could go back to normal. No more people would get hurt.

“It doesn’t have to be a war, Karli.”

“They started a war as soon as they kicked us out of our homes and onto the streets. People all around the world need me. Millions of them.”

“We can’t speak for millions, but we understand you, Y/n especially. She came from the same situation you’re facing right now.” Sam mentioned. He had to say anything to gain her attention.

“I understand your frustration, and I understand your helplessness.” I interjected.

Karli stood there for a second before she finally spoke, “so you want me to stop because people are gettin’ hurt, right? But what if I’m making the world a better place?”

“It’s not a better place if you’re killing people, it’s just different.”

“I used to think that fighting back was the only thing, the only way you could get people to listen.”

“You both are either brilliant, or just hopelessly optimistic.” Karli smiles.

“Can’t we be a little bit of both?” Sam chuckled.

“No.”

“Y/n, she knows more about Super Soldiers than anyone on this planet. She was Erskine’s protégé back in the 1930s and 40s."

"It's true. Erskine was my Donya. He saved me from the streets of Germany. He gave me a home, clothes, and food. Everything I could have needed. When things got bad in Germany, he smuggled me away to America. He only wanted what was best for me. I fought back against those who killed him, but I also rebelled against the government back in Germany. Trust me, it got me nowhere fast. It changed nothing, loads of people still died, and I didn’t help.”

“This guy we know who knows a lot about Super Soldiers too, he says you’re a supremacist.”

“Me?” Karli asked as Sam went to sit next to her.

“Yeah.” Sam responded.

“That’s ridiculous. Everything I do is to end supremacy. These corporations and the beasts who run them, they’re the supremacists.”

“So, let us ask you, you have more serum right?” Sam asked, standing up.

“So?”

“Are you going to increase your army? You’re killin’ innocent people.”

“They’re not innocent. They’re roadblocks in my journey, and I’d kill them again if I had to.”

“Wow.” Sam and I were both shocked at what just came out of her mouth.

“No, no I didn’t mean it like that. You tricked me into sounding like…”

“Like what?”

“The people I’m fightin’ are trying to take your home, Sam. Why are you here instead of stopping them?”

“You know, my sister is waiting for that exact same answer.”

“We’re not your enemy, Karli. We agree with your fight.”

“We just can’t get with the way you’re fightin’ it.”

“And I’m sure she wouldn’t either.” I look at Donya, hoping Karli would agree.

Meanwhile:

“No, no, no, no. This is a bad idea.” Walker started speaking aggressively as he paced the small room.

“It hasn’t been 10 minutes, John. Just sit tight.” Bucky spoke up as he leaned against the door frame. He wanted to block the way to give Sam and Y/n time to talk to Karli, though Walker was convinced it was already taking too long.

“Don’t do that. Don’t patronize me.”

“They know what they’re doing, especially Y/n. She’s done this dance before. Give them the time.” Bucky kept trying to convince him.

Bucky couldn’t tell at what point he was convincing John, or still convincing himself. He trusted Y/n and Sam, he knew in his head they could do it. His heart was the one screaming at him to just let John go after them. All Bucky wanted was his girl safe, that’s it.

“I’m goin’ in.” Walker started walking quickly towards the doorway.

Bucky immediately stopped him. If anything, now he was going to risk their lives rather than save them. That was something Bucky couldn’t have. His girl was in there with someone who could easily kill them, and he didn’t want that.

“This is all really easy for you isn't it? All that serum runnin’ through your veins. Barnes, your partners need backup in there. You really want their blood on your hands?”

Bucky is lost for words. He was staring at John to intimidate him, but now, he was frozen in fear. John knew just what to say to get Bucky to do as he said. The last thing he wanted to do was be the reason for Y/n’s death. That was his biggest fear, to come home to their son without his mom.

“Karli Morgenthau, you’re under arrest.” Walker announced, walking in.

Karli looked between Sam and I. This son of a bitch just ruined any chance we had of getting her to back down. From the looks of it, Bucky didn’t put up a fight either.

“So this is what that was?”

“Karli wait…” I stepped closer to her, I needed her to see where this could end. Her fight was going to lead to devastation, and this asshole Walker just ruined everything.

“Tricking me till your backup arrived?” Karli backed away.

“We had enough time to talk.”

By now Bucky and Walker’s partner in crime had walked in. Bucky was trying to get to Walker, but his buddy wouldn’t let him get close. Karli started yelling, and John was trying to grab her. Chaos had broken out in just a few short seconds. It took all I had not to knock Walker on his ass right then and there.

Karli pushed John into a table before taking off. Bucky had shoved the sidekick back, and started going after her. I followed suit hoping I could touch Karli, just so she could feel that I was telling the truth. 

We were stopped by a whole group of her allies and fights started breaking out, but I continued to follow her. She was my target, my mission, and I couldn’t let her get away. I didn’t get far though when I met back up with Sam and Bucky.

“I lost her.” Bucky announced.

“I swear to god, next time I see Walker’s face, I’m gonna kill him! Why the hell did you let him get through!” I charged at Bucky.

“Y/n, wait a minute! We don’t know that Bucky let him through.” Sam tried to reason.

“Walker didn’t have a damn scratch on him. If Bucky fought back, he would have been on the ground in 2 seconds flat.”

Bucky stayed quiet because he knew I was right. I was so frustrated that we got so close, and now we are right back to where we started. I was so angry I punched one of the walls in the room we were in.

“Y/n, doll, calm down.”

“No! Because Walker got in, people are going to die. You could have prevented that if you just put up a fight.”

“Are you saying that blood is going to be on my hands?”

“Well you certainly aren’t helping your case here.”

“Y/n! Knock it off. I get you’re frustrated, but take a walk before you say something you can’t take back.” Sam yelled.

I knew he was right. I was about to tell Bucky that the blood of everyone who could die at Karli’s hands was going to be because of him. He already struggles enough with that. I stood there and took a deep breath in to calm myself as Bucky started talking.

“You wanna know what really happened back there? He used you against me. Saying if Karli turned on you, your blood would be on my hands. That would be something I couldn’t live with knowing.”

“Walker plays mind games huh? I’m really gonna kill him this time. So, I suggest you keep us as far apart as possible.”

We started to walk around to see if we could find Walker, when Bucky pulled me aside. I was shocked at how aggressively he grabbed me, but was even more shocked when a rough kiss was what I was met with rather than yelling. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me. After a few seconds he pulled away.

“The last thing I want to do is lose you. I’m sorry I let John get past me like that, but…”

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not mad at you. I’m frustrated at the situation. Had John not got between Karli and I, I would have been able to show her I wasn’t lying. That Sam and I were really there to show her we agree with her ideals. That I once was just like her. That Erskine was my Donya.”

“I’m glad he rescued you. He brought you to me.”

I giggle, “don’t get sappy on me Buck. I could have easily ended up in a completely different scenario. I could have ended up as Schmidt’s protégé.”

“We would have never met then. I wouldn’t know where I would be without you.”

“Okay, come on lover boy. Let’s get back before Sam gets worried we ran out on him or something.”

We ran to catch up with Sam who had found a door leading to a staircase. We ran in, and saw Walker with a knocked out Zemo on the ground. Walker’s sidekick came running in a few seconds behind us. We looked at each other, then back to Walker. I felt Bucky grab my arm to let me know not to murder him here, no matter how badly I wanted to.

‘What did we miss?” Sam asked, hoping someone could explain the passed out Zemo.

No one said a word as Bucky walked down and picked Zemo up. We walked off back to his place leaving Walker behind. I was so glad Bucky and Sam were there to stop me because I really just wanted to knock Walker out. 

When we got into the house, Bucky laid Zemo on the couch. Then, Bucky grabbed my arm and dragged me to one of the bedrooms, slamming the door shut. I was shocked at his bold moves, but I knew we couldn’t do anything with these thin walls, and Sam sitting in the other room.

When Walker played mind games with him, it unlocked something in Bucky. A side I had not seen in a very long time, a side of him I hadn’t seen since the war. Bucky pulled me close after shrugging off his jacket, kissing me passionately, his hands trailing my body. He attempted to start to undress me before I pulled away slowly.

“Everything okay, doll?”

“Not here Bucky. Not when it’s so quiet.”

“You said when we got a vacation.”

“Not with Sam on the other side of the door. He’ll hear everything. I promise, I will find us some alone time, but not right now.”

“Okay,” Bucky grabbed his jacket, putting it back on, “I’m going out for a walk. I’ll be back.” He kissed me gently before walking out.

I sat in the room trying to gather my own thoughts as to what just happened. I started hearing talking from the living room. Zemo was awake now, and he was asking Sam about being offered the super soldier serum. He then asked Sam if he would ever take it. I started to think about Bucky, how he never got the choice. He was a lab rat for HYDRA, and didn’t get a say on the matter.

“Super Soldiers should be allowed to exist.” Zemo spoke.

“Isn’t that how gods talk? And if that’s how you feel, what about Bucky?”

“You know Zemo, Bucky didn’t get a choice,” I could feel the tears already coming, “and if that’s how you think, then Erskine should have been thrown in jail before he was able to give Steve the serum. Let HYDRA and the Nazis control the world.” I could feel my voice crack.

Right on queue Bucky walked through the doors, “something’s not right about Walker.” He announced.

“You don’t say.”

“Well, I know crazy when I see one because I am crazy.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

“Sam!” I glare at him, and he puts his hands up in defense.

“You shouldn’t have given him the shield.” Bucky stated, pouring himself a drink.

“I didn’t give him the shield.” Sam protested.

“Here we go again.” I roll my eyes.

“Well Steve definitely didn’t.” Bucky looks at Sam as he takes a drink.

Suddenly the doors burst open, “All right that’s it let’s go. I’m ordering you to turn him over.”

“Oh Walker, I've been waiting for you to walk through those doors.” I walk over to him ready to fight.

“I’m flattered, sweetheart, but Lemar is the one interested in you.”

“Hey, just slow your roll,” Sam said, getting between Walker, and me and Zemo, “let’s be clear, shield or no shield, the only thing you’re runnin’ in here is your mouth. Now, we had Karli there, and you overstepped. He’s actually proven himself useful today. We’re gonna need all hands on deck for whatever’s comin’ next.”

“How do you want the rest of this conversation to go, huh?”

“I know how I want it to go.” I raise my hand. Sam glares at me and I put it down.

“Should I put down the shield? Make it fair?”

“Oh yeah, bring it Walker.” I say gathering all my strength to knock him out in one shot.

Walker puts the shield up against one of the columns, but as he goes to stand up, a spear aims right for his head. Too bad he moved out of the way quickly. Then the other two walked in and started speaking Wakandan to Bucky and I.

“Even if he is a means to your end. Time’s up,” Ayo starts speaking English, “release him to us now.”

“More than happy to Ayo. Was willing to when we met up the first time.”

“Hi, John Walker, Captain America.” John reached his hand out to shake Ayo’s, and all I could do was laugh. “Well, let’s, uh, put down the pointy sticks and we can talk this through, huh?”

“Hey John, take it easy,” Sam smiled to himself, “you might want to fight Bucky before you tangle with the Dora Milaje.”

“Hear how he said Bucky, and not me. I’m just as tough to fight as the Dora. They may be a little harder than me, by a little.” I said, kind of bragging.

“The Dora Milaje don’t have jurisdiction here…”

“The Dora Milaje have jurisdiction wherever the Dora Milaje find themselves to be.” Ayo spoke, sounding very annoyed, and very angry.

“Okay, look I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot…” Walker put his hand on Ayo’s shoulder, and the fight broke out.

I couldn’t help, but sit on the counter to watch. This was better than I thought. Walker kept trying to fight back, but they kept putting him on his ass.

“We should do something.” Sam tried to reason with Bucky.

Bucky crossed his arms, “looking strong John.”

“Bucky…” Sam warned.

He rolled his eyes, and stopped Ayo from stabbing Walker, “Ayo, let’s talk about this.”

I happened to look over my shoulder as Zemo slipped into the bathroom. I shot up from my spot, and ran to the door, “don’t you dare, Zemo!” I banged on the door. I tried to open it, but he had locked it. I used the force of the wind to knock it open, but he had already slipped into the sewer system.

I turn around as I hear the action from behind me stop, “I’m sorry Ayo. I tried to stop him as soon as I saw what he was doing.” She placed a hand on my shoulder before standing back up. I turned around to see Bucky’s arm on the floor as the Dora headed out.

“Did you know they could do that?” Sam asked as Bucky went to pick up his arm to put it back on.

“No.” Bucky swung his arm around once it was back in place.

Bucky and Sam walked over to the opened sewer drain, “I can’t believe he pulled an El Chapo.” Sam gazed down.

“I can.” Bucky said, annoyed, “come on.” Bucky started to walk out.

We wander the streets for a bit. Sam’s phone starts going off, and he picks it up quickly. Whoever is on the other end sounds panicked. By how quickly Sam is answering them, it’s pretty concerning to Bucky and I.

“”Pack an overnight bag, take the boys somewhere.”

“What’s going on?” Bucky asked, concerned.

Sam pulls the phone from his ear for a second, “Karli called my sister. She threatened my nephews,” he goes back to talking to Sarah, “wherever you go only pay cash. Let me know when you get there. I love you. You know I would never let anything happen to you or the boys. I’ll talk to you soon.”

I begin to panic about Jamie, and I can tell the same fear has rushed over Bucky. “I’ll call Miranda once we meet with Karli.”

“Maybe you should check on him now.” Bucky sounded worried, and I nodded.

Just as I went to call Miranda I got a text from her, “she just texted me saying that she is taking Jamie somewhere. She got a call, probably similar to Sarah.”

“Tell her to contact Sarah and meet up. That way they’re together, and safe.” Sam suggested.

“I agree.” I sent the sitter a text with Sarah’s contact information, and told her to stay with them till we get state side.

At that point Sam got a message with the coordinates we were to meet Karli, “she said come alone.”

“I’m going with you.” Bucky stated, rubbing my back to soothe me.

I nodded in agreement as we headed to suit up. We then headed to where Karli asked us to meet. It was in the same area where the gathering for Madani was, which made it easy for us I guess. We knew if she took off though, we wouldn’t be able to find her again.

“Karli!” Sam yelled, announcing our presence. She then peeked her head out, and we ascended the stairs nearby.

“You called my sister, and her babysitter. Is that how we’re going to play this?” Sam asked, angry as hell.

“I would never hurt them. I just wanted to understand the two of you better,” she looks over, seeing Bucky, “I see you, um, didn’t come alone.”

“You have to end this now.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, either of you. You both are tools in the regimes I want to destroy. You’re not hiding behind a shield.” Karli started.

“Yeah Walker doesn’t exactly know how to properly fight it seems.” I chuckled, earring me a glare from Sam.

“If I were to kill you, it’d be meaningless. I was going to ask you to join me. Or do the world a favor and let me go.” Karli continued, practically begging.

Sam then looked down at his arm piece. He seemed to zoom in as panic sunk in his face. He then looked up and over to Bucky, “it’s Walker.”

Bucky jumped down, but Karli followed, and knocked him into a column. Sam and I jumped down after, so Karli didn’t hurt him. I ran over to help Bucky up as Sam and Karli fought. Once Bucky was on his feet, I helped Sam out by knocking her into one of the columns behind her.

“I’ll send you the two of you the coordinates, go.” Sam ordered before taking off.

Bucky and I took off after Karli. We chased her through the streets before she dipped back into the building. We went to head up the stairs, but Bucky was knocked down by one of the Flagsmashers. Bucky shoved them down the stairs, but they got right back up. He then kicked them into a wall, and they fell through.

We went back to chasing up the stairs after her. At the top of the stairs there was a doorway that led to a huge room. Sam and Walker were fighting off Flagsmashers left and right. I groaned knowing we had to help Walker. Bucky ran up and punched one in the face that was about to take Sam out from behind.

“You’re welcome.” Bucky said, going back to fighting.

I kept shoving them into each other, then pushing them towards Bucky or Sam to take care of. It was working well to start, then things went south when Lemar was kicked into column at full speed by Karli. He was dead on impact, though Walker begged for him not to be.

Sam, Bucky, and I took off after Karli. The chase led to the streets, and we were met with a horrible, gruesome scene. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. Steve’s shield was used as a weapon for the first time. I was disgusted, angry, and numb all at once. All I could do was cling to Bucky to keep me standing straight.

“What has he done?”

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Honestly, long haired FATWS Bucky can HAVE me 😍😭

Long haired Bucky supremacy.

That man could do absolutely anything to me and I’d let him.

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I like Bucky with short hair bc it looks lesbian

valid take but still. long hair supremacy reigns

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Ship of Dreams (Titanic 1997 AU) | Chapter 2

Gif not mine.

A/N: Hi guuuuys so like this is chapter 2... Took me a long time to make this because this week has been a pretty rough for me personally and I genuinely feel like I needed to edit this chapter so much to deliver all the feels and stuff... Hopefully...

Pairing: Alexander Pierce x Reader, Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier) x Reader

Warnings: Again, age gap, language, rich people being rich people...

The Titanic finally hit more vast waters, gliding through the sea as it head out farther from land.

Bucky and Steve ran down the corridor, the enamel white walls serving a backdrop for the people cramming its sides as they tried to find their way inside.

They weaved through the people to find their quarters, they passed by many people of many walks of life. Like a Chinese man holding probably an English to Chinese dictionary to figure out what the writings meant, children getting lost and the like.

They finally found their room, its painted door looks welcoming, at least to people like them.

"This is it, Steve..." Bucky says as he opens the door, Steve following right behind him as he places his stuff on the top bed of the double decker laughing, "Who says you take top bunk?"

The two other men looked at them, as they didn't look like the original booked passengers. The chocolate man shocked as he looked up from his book and the other leaned against the steel framing of the double-decker.

Bucky neared to the man reading the book and shook his hand, as his face also painted a shook expression, "James Barnes... People call me Bucky..." he greets. He just remained silent as he his eyes gawked at him, then to his friend.

"Where the hell is Ivan?"

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In contrast, Y/N was at first class and not just any first class part of the ship. The grandest suite of the ship.

It had the most ornate wood carvings painted in gold at the sitting room, a wide bedroom, and it had a curtained canopy with red velvet and gold tassels, and it had a place for lounging and eating, overlooking the ocean and the sun striping light onto the furnishings and plants, serving up a tropical vibe.

They set their multitude of luggage to get settled in their temporary home. Y/N had an eye for the arts. Paintings of different mediums littered the room waiting to be hanged... Paintings by Monet and Picasso were there, as Alexander thought they were a waste of money.

Y/N rolled her eyes and she entered her room with their maid and her only friend, Carol... She has known Y/N for a good year now, but they have grown to be very close.

She made Y/N feel like a normal girl with real feelings, and not a girl wearing money for show like her mother is.

She helped Y/N ready her quarters, boxes of jewelry and even larger boxes of garments are to be organized. Upon entrance with her friend and mistress, the scent of fresh paint and a new matress fills her nose.

"It smells so brand new... It's as if they made it just for us..." she chirps happily to Y/N, making her smile, "Tonight, when I crawl into the sheets, I'll be the first!"

Y/N smiles bigger looking at her, but it only lasts for a moment. Alexander is at the doorway, looking at her like she's but prize that he won, "And tonight, when I crawl in the sheets, I'll still be the first."

Carol goes cold in fear, as she knows what Alexander can be to Y/N. She is no stranger to his passive aggressive behavior towards her or Y/N. She turns on her heel, "S'cuse me, miss..."

It's now the two of them in Y/N's room... Y/N turns her back to him as she faces the mirror as seeing him draw nearer to her.

He hugs her from behind, but her expression is bleak, "The first and only... Forever..."

All she could think of was her life. Her future with this man she doesn't even know well, claiming her as his because of her mother's terms. Also, a man twice or maybe triple her age?

His scent of cigarette and faint alcohol filled her nose as he kissed behind her ear and on her shoulder. She kissed his cheek back reluctantly, to show her devotion. Empty devotion.

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Reader's Point of View

Me and mother decided to explore more of the ship, as Alexander insisted. However, where ever she went she had something to say.

It was close to dusk, but a person like me rarely make the sunset grace my vision... Mother forbid it, saying I have more important things to do... And... Staring out into the open, admiring the view is not what a good wife is.

We went down the elevator to the entrance of first class, the reception area with prominent people that my mother and I know.

They know me, but I don't really care as much as she does.

A woman comes in to the entrance, a suitcase in hand, "Well, I wasn't about to wait all day for you, sonny... Now, do a lady a favor and carry those for me, please..." she asks politely, the feathers on her hat dancing in the air as she moved.

She gave mother a small smile, and mother reciprocated one... One for show... However, mother envied this woman for her looks and undeniably beautiful figure.

No corset can imitate the curves she had... Even if mother had a corset made by the finest corset maker. Nothing.

She is Natalia Romanoff, but people call her Natasha or simply, Nat. She came from a poor background, but struck luck some place west. She was someone mother called 'new money.'

We set off after our last stop, with nothing in front of us but ocean. The ship was unstoppable at this point... Neither is that wedding.

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Third Person Point of View

The creamy glow of the afternoon filters on the grand ship. Every bit of floor illuminated by the setting sun. Bucky and Steve made their way out of their quarters and out to the open deck, as they looked over the rails that kept them safe in the ship.

Bucky looked down at the ocean. The glassy blue sheets splitting in two as the ship glided across like a fine blade.

The captain of the ship smiled. His beard full and his hair neat under his hat, blue eyes as blue as the ocean he driving on.

He turned to his companion of dark hair, slicked back as his blue eyes as crystal clear as the water that hits the shoreline.

"Take her to sea, Loki... Open her up..." he says as his companion nods and obliges.

"Yes, Thor... And may I remind you, Captain..." he begins emphasizing the title, "You should stir her not me..." he chuckles.

Thor rolls his eyes playfully at his brother, watching him leave then watching the sunset glow in front of him.

Below the decks however, work is being robust. Men covered in soot as the doors blazed bright flames as they added more to make the ship pick up.

The shipbuilder watches the engineers and greasers work their magic, seeing everything move accordingly and how he wanted it. He built the beauty they are working in and he is proud of it, it's exactly what he wanted.

The propellers under water pick up pace as more energy was introduced to the ship. They chopped through the water making it glide faster.

On the deck, Bucky's hair was blown by the wind, the scent of fresh air and sea filling his lungs as a big smile on his face appeared. Steve was holding on to his hat as he looked into the horizon.

Captain Thor Odinson looks at the same view, as if feeling triumphant and free. The massive ship his steed as his brother looked through the glass as they rode above the deep sea.

Steve smiles, looking at the water and asking Bucky to do the same, they spot two dolphins running with the ship. Their forms going up and down, above and under the sea as a pod of dolphins appear near the front of the ship.

Steve then stares through the horizon, the sunsparkles on the ocean beam warm light like gold under the slow setting sun.

"I can see the Statue of Liberty from here..." he grins happily as the wind in his face blows, "Very small, of course..."

Bucky smiles back then stands higher near the hand rails that keep them prisoner in such paradise, "I'M THE KING OF THE WOOORLD!!!"

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Reader's Point of View

The next day came like a fast turning of a page. My first night in the ship was pleasant, as if the waves rocked me back and forth on its calm waters. The scent of everything new made it feel even nice, knowing that all of it can be as comfortable as can be for me.

We were having a meal with two of the people who are the most important passengers of the ship. Tony Stark, the person who named the ship RMS Titanic, the ship builder, Bruce Banner.

They collaborated, Mr. Stark had the vision and Mr. Banner did the mission to make the Titanic into a reality.

"She's the largest moving object made by the hand of man in all of history..." Mr. Stark begins to say, "And our master ship builder, Mr. Banner here, designed her from the keel plates up."

He looked down and smiled shyly, not wanting the attention, "Well, I might have built her, but it was Mr. Stark's idea... He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale and so luxurious in its appointments that its supremacy will never be challenged... And here she is..." he says slapping the table proudly, "willed into solid reality."

Natasha looked at the two other men and cocked her brow "Why are ships always being called 'she'?" She asks jokingly, "Is it because men think half the women around have bigs sterns and should be weighed in tonnage?"

I smiled as they laughed, mother being quite amused of Natasha's words, "Just another example of men setting the words their way..."'

Admittedly, Natasha is witty and fun, but she is not everyone's cup of tea. Especially with my mother and her group of friends.

The waiter approached our table and thankfully, he had matches. I lit my cigarette and placed the thin end of its holder, savoring the smoke down my throat.

"You know I don't like that, Y/N..." my mother tuts quietly, making me look at her and glare. I blow smoke as she backed away slowly.

"She knows..." Alexander mumbled, taking away the cigarette and stubbing it out on the ash tray, as he said our orders. What he wants, I'll also get. As if I had a choice sometimes.

"So, you're gonna cut the meat for her too, Alexander?" Natasha asks smirking.

Alexander ignored her question, turning to the other men at the table and at my mother. In all honesty it might be the only thing that is left for him to do to me at this point.

They discussed about why the Titanic was named as such, being synonymous with everything that is big and grand, but secure and safe. Me being bookish and a person who is as educated as everyone on this table, it made me want to bring up something big.

"Do you know about Dr. Freud? His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of interest to you, Mr. Stark..."

Mr. Banner choked on his meal, holding back a laugh and it made mother glare at me.

"Y/N what has gotten into you-" I cut mother off as soon as she heard my chair creak on the floor.

"Excuse me..." I muttered as I walked away and out.

Natasha's Point of View

Well, that was rough.

Katherine's eyes widened, mortified by her daughter's actions. Definitely not what a mother wants to see in a daughter like Y/N.

At least for Katherine.

Also, as a wife for a man such as Alexander is such a leap. She seriously could've gotten any man for her daughter. Someone her age, perhaps? Not someone who could possibly be dead after the wedding night...

Oh, I'm just teasing...

"Seems like you got a pistol in your hands, Pierce... Think you can handle her?" I asked nonchalantly... It is reality what I'm saying... Since when did I fake it like the other women on first class?

"I guess I should mind what she's reading from now on..." he grins half heartedly as she follows Y/N out.

Jolly good show... Jolly good show indeed.

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Bucky's Point of View

"Look, daddy... Look at the birds!" The little girl says happily looking at the seagulls flying above the ocean, her father supports behind her as she is seated on the metal railing.

The energy they give off reflects on my ongoing sketch. Innocence and certainty, wisdom and care. A different aura from what I used to draw while I was some place else.

Steve looks over my shoulder, seeing what I have came up with and gave me an appreciative nod. He taught me how to draw and sketch, and now I am as hooked to drawing as he is.

Our two roommates hung out with us breathing the fresh air and the scent of the ocean. The bliss stopped when we heard the scent of dog poop in the air.

We looked up to see that the ship staff brought the dogs from first class to take a shit on the deck for third class, and with one of them having the most wrinkled face it would pass as something not of this earth.

"That's totally normal here... First class dogs come down here to take a shit..." One of them says, making me and Steve laugh a little...

"Yeah... Tops the scent of the room next to ours every night..." his friend says making him laugh, "Well, maybe the stink of the money they all have too..."

The guy from the staff glared at him, making them stop laughing as he left with the dogs.

I shrugged, "That's when we know where we rank in the scheme of things..." and Steve nods in agreement.

Then silence filled the air for a moment, the sound of the water and the squawking of seagulls in the horizon was our music.

"I'm Sam Wilson... This is my friend, Peter Parker..." he says stretching out his hand to shake mine and I shake his.

"James Barnes... Bucky for short..." I greet back, but his face paints curiosity, "Short for Buchanan..."

"Steve Rogers..." Steve greets as he exchanges handshakes with Sam and Peter, as I focus back to my drawing, the final strokes left.

I close my leather sketch pad and slip my pencil inside of it with a sigh. Surely, this ship is a work of art as everyone says it is... It's no lie...

I looked up to look around and I see her. Oh, she's an angel....

Who looks like that amongst all the people here? She's made by the gods.

She glowed under the sun, her dress shines and ripples in the wind. The silk on her skin hugging every curve and edge she had perfectly as her eyes looked over the railing.

Her cheeks flush as the heat made them redden, sun kissed. Her (y/h/c) hair in a neat updo with tendrils romantically falling freely framed her gentle face.

She looked at me, her (y/e/c) eyes sparkling and dolly, but expressive with a sense of distress for someone who had the world wrapped around her finger. Then she looked away again at the horizon.

Then all of a sudden, an older man approaches her... Her father, perhaps? Then he wraps his arms around her, but she tries to push him away.

Oh, he's her lover... But, they bicker a little as the man continues to try and persuade her.

I wish I could've looked at her longer. I was, but I wish she could've looked at me just as long.

"Oh forget it, Barnes... You'd rather have angels fly out your ass to be next to the likes of her..." he says making Peter and Steve laugh. I ignore them as I focused on the lady at first class, now storming back inside to her little world to live her little life as a first class passenger...

When will I ever see her again?

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter and I do apologize that it's long with no page break. Once again, I hope I did this justice and I hope y'all stay safe. ily

-Alri

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